Sok, my multiplication, is only of a few natures. I'm a 3rd generation moguai see that pistol scene in 3? I don't fully regen all new gremlins, just new parts of me. Very, very fast...no...very, very slow, in time that is. Like in the song, "In The Air Tonight", pace your multiples, but fast speed is cool too. O wait...were talking about moguai eggs from water. Meh, one track mind this morning. But I don't get wet, wetness beads, and drips off me.

" title="" src="graemlins/laugh.gif" /> *bed dances to phil collins* If you can't shake it driving, in bed, and other places where your horizontal or otherwise your legs are dysfunctional, you probably have no dance floor skills imo. Heh *taps foot on back of leg*.

Gah I hate Sundays, so silent, and lonely. My ADD, and energy levels rage. Hyperactive like the gremlin hanging from the ceiling fan swinging?

Words like restless, gravity, fear, floating, weighed, and measured come into play in my head all alone. Listening to mp3's, chillin on my futon, tucked under my patchwork blanky, cold, warming, with my laptop's lcd my only attension, as I ignore the world.

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"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!"

Well don't get fresh, and think anyone but a female wanting will be thawing that ice. I feel tha cold part though, it's snowy, and freezing here. But like, I'm not a popsicle, I'm a iron rod in a forge. Yes, you've got super glue, and vanilla ice cream still in your pantz. Go get your unsuper gluez0r on, with some whatever, and then alcohol that nasty old vanilla smell. Then cleanse properly. Then liek maybe that popsicle/chick idea will work.

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"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!"